Tiffany's Diaper Tales
Volume II
By BabyInDiapers
Written 04/10/2006
Chapter 035
Spring break came and went. Tammy and I had so much fun
hanging out together. I wished Amy was home that week but it
was to expensive to fly home just for a week. Mommy and I went
shopping and I bought some new bras and some outfits. My
breasts were really beginning to fill out. I was glad too
because before the past year, I was totally flat.
I was glad that the end of the school year was almost in
sight. I was both nervous and excited about being in high
school the upcoming year; Most of all because I would once
again be going to school with my boyfriend, Robert.
Sitting in my afternoon class, I began to uncontrollably wet
my diaper. I didn't even feel it coming. I began to regress
and put my thumb in my mouth. During break time I laid down on
the floor in the back of the room still sucking my thumb. Some
kids were standing around looking at me. Then Mrs. Baker
noticed I was acting very babyishly. "Now Tiffany honey, get
up and go sit back down ok." She said
"I go pee pee in my dipee." I said and then put my thumb in my
mouth. The students laughed. "Do you need to go to the office
and get changed?" she asked as she came closer to me and knelt
down beside me. "Tiffany?" she asked. I just looked at her
with a blank expression. Laura and Emily were also knelt down
by me at this point. "Um I think she's in total baby mode
right now. She does this sometimes, especially lately." Emily
said. Mrs. Baker sighed.
"Ok Emily, walk with Tiffany to the office so she can get
changed and see if you can help her snap out of it ok?" she
said calmly. Emily took my hand. "No!" I whined. "Come on baby
let's go get your didees changed. Wanna go see Miss Megan?"
she asked. "Otay." I said and took her hand and had my other
thumb in my mouth as I waddled out of the classroom with
Tiffany. A couple girls were like "Aww, how cute."
Emily and I arrived in the office. The receptionist thought I
was adorable. We sat in the nurses office. Miss Megan was not
there at the moment. So we waited. "So why are you being such
a baby today?" Emily asked. I shook my head. "Oh alright
then." Emily said as she tickled me. "NO!", I screamed at her
and pulled away. "Ok, cranky baby, gosh." She said as she
turned away from me and sat there next to me looking in the
other direction.
Miss Megan came in and saw both of us. "Hi girls." She said as
she sat her purse down on the counter and washed her hands at
the sink. "Tiffany is a baby today. She won't snap out of it.
I don't know if I've ever seen her like this, at school at
least." Emily said. "Oh I see." Miss Megan said as she knelt
in front of me. "Hi Tiffany." She said. I still had my thumb
in my mouth. "Is your diaper wet?" she asked. I shook my head.
Of course I smelled like pee because my diaper was totally
soaked so she knew that I was wet. Miss Megan sent Emily back
to class. Miss Megan sat next to me and put her arm around me.
"Honey what's wrong?" she asked. I couldn't even speak. There
really wasn't anything wrong, I was just, a baby, incapable of
forming words. I could understand words, but could not put
them together very well.
She took me by the hand and I followed. She hoisted me up onto
the changing table. I began to cry. "Baby, don't cry, I am
just going to change you ok." "NO!" I yelled at her and kicked
her when she tried to change me." She sighed. "Do you want me
to call your mom?" she asked. I sat up on the changing table
and reached my arms out to Miss Megan. She pulled me close to
her. I was sitting on the table with my legs dangling off and
being hugged closely by Miss Megan. She just held me and
rubbed my back and was comforting me.
"poopoo." I said incoherently. "Ok baby go poopoo." She said
while still holding me. Uncontrollably I filled my diaper.
"Good girl. Do you feel better now?" she asked when I looked
up at her with a half smile. My grin turned into blushing when
I realized I was very wet and messy.
I laid back and let her change me. I still felt like a baby
and so I crawled around on the floor after I was changed. Miss
Megan called my mom to come pick me up. She explained
everything. Emily came to the office with my backpack after
the office paged my classroom. Emily gave me a hug. "See ya
later baby." She said as she turned and left.
There was a bed in the nurses office near the area where we
always got changed. She let me lay down. The next thing I
remember was mommy and Miss Megan standing at the doorway
talking. But I was still incoherent. Mommy came over to me and
sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up and reached out for her.
She let me lay in her lap. Mommy then removed her blouse and
unclasped her bra and breastfed me right there in the back of
the school nurse's office.
She then rolled me back onto the bed. I heard her open the
door and go out into the main part of Miss Megan's office. I
heard talking and then a while later mommy returned with my
stroller. Miss Megan and mommy put me into the stroller while
I was still half asleep. She accompanied mommy and I to the
car and again helped to move me into the back seat. I don't
even remember the car ride home.
I woke up in my crib. I started to cry. Mommy and Aunt Kathy
came into the room. "Hey baby it's ok." Mommy said as she held
me while I stood leaned against the crib railing and holding
onto her for support. She patted my diaper and then let me lay
back in the crib. She lowered the side rail and changed me. I
didn't mind this at all. I started to pee while my diaper was
off. Aunt Kathy laughed. I even giggled. Yes I was still stuck
in some sort of baby mode, but I was a much happier baby at
the moment.
Mommy tried to get me to talk but this was to no avail. I just
spouted some baby gibberish and that was about all. Mom called
for Mrs. Woods to come over and see what was going on with me.
She was worried about me because of how I was becoming a
complete baby, more than I ever did during my normal acting
out. Mrs. Woods arrived and came into my room. I heard her
comment to mom at how cute my room was.
Daddy was home at this point and so at Mrs. Woods request
daddy picked me up and sat me on the couch in the living room
and Mrs. Woods sat next to me. "Tiffany, do you know who I
am?" she asked. I nodded. "What's my name?" she asked. "mmmm
wooo" I tried to say her name but I couldn't. And to be
honest, I wasn't very interested in talking. My thumb found
its way to my mouth again and I was quite content.
"Tiffany, do you know how old you are?" she asked. I shook my
head. "You are a 14 year old girl." She said. I again shook my
head. "And 14 year old girls can talk." She said. I kept
shaking my head. "What's your name?" she asked. I took my
thumb out of my mouth and answered, "Tfffmy".
"Your mom and dad and I are worried about you. We want to talk
to big Tiffany. Can we talk to her please?" Mrs. Woods asked.
"NO!" I screamed and began to throw a tantrum and cried until
my mommy came into the room and held me and rocked me in the
rocking chair. While in the rocking chair Mrs. Woods was
talking to daddy.
"I can't seem to get through to her. Is there anything at all
that has happened recently, anything at all." She asked. We've
been trying to think and we can't come up with anything that
would trigger this." Dad said. He sounded worried.
Mrs. Woods left and mom and dad and Aunt Kathy were talking in
the kitchen. I was amused with the cartoons on the TV. Daddy
came out into the living room and turned off the TV and
snapped his fingers. I looked up at him. "I'm only going to
say this once; If you are pretending right now, I want you to
stop it. We are worried about you. We won't be mad if you stop
playing around now. Now answer me." He said not quite yelling
but I could tell he was mad at me. I cried.
"Tiffany, please?" Dad said as he looked at me. I just cried
like a little baby. I had no more control over myself or my
environment than an infant. I was held captive to the feelings
and behaviors of an infant. Later that night mommy gave me a
bath, and I cried. She put me to bed after breast feeding me
and tucking me in. I had no concept of time at this point.
I awoke and mommy changed me. After being in the high chair
for a while I was in the car with mommy and daddy. I cried
when daddy carried me into a building. I was at a doctor's
office being examined. I was being very cranky. There was one
nurse who made me feel better by letting me hold onto her when
I got my blood taken. Of course in my state, I couldn't
understand why all this was happening.
My next memory was being home in my crib waking up. I cried
and mommy came in and held me and changed me and breast fed
me. I didn't even know if it was daytime or night time. I
remembered a few more times like that. I felt like time was
non existent. I remember laying in the playpen and sitting on
the couch with mommy. I did this a lot of times. I had to go
to those bad doctor places again a couple times which I did
not like. But for the most part I was a content and well cared
for infant.
One early morning I woke up screaming. "MOMMY! Help me! Where
are you. Where have I been! I'm scared!" I said while rolling
around in my crib. I stood up and fell back down. My legs were
weak. Mommy came through the door. "Tiffany!" she said as she
hugged me. "Mommy what happened. I feel like I was asleep in a
long long dream." I said while crying. Mom and dad and Aunt
Kathy also came into the room. They were glad I was back. But
I wasn't totally back. I had to build up the strength in my
arms and legs. My motor skills were not up to par either.
"What time is it?" I kept asking. "Honey, it's summer. You
were out of it and you couldn't go to school." Mom said "But
where Tam Tam and Amy?" "They decided to take summer classes."
Mom said. "Was it because I was bad and they didn't want to
see me?" "No, of course not silly girl. They miss you and will
be very happy to know that you are doing well now." Mom said.
"But what about school? Now I'll have to do 8'th grade over
again." I said. "Nope, we worked with the school and later on
when you are totally back to normal you will be able to take a
little test to show that you are ready for 9'th grade." Mom
said. "Are Emmy and Laura and Robert still my fwends?" I
asked. "Yes baby. They missed you so much. They came to see
you a few times. Do you remember? "No." "What do you
remember?" mom asked. "I remember being here with you and it
seemed like one really big long day. I didn't know what time
it was at all the whole time." I said. "Yep, you were
basically like an infant." Mom said.
"I love you mommy." I said as we hugged. The next couple of
weeks I went to physical therapy to get back into shape
physically. Also I spent time at Mrs. Woods 3 times a week.
Even as good as she is, she couldn't really pin-point what
caused me to slip into such an infantile state for so long. I
couldn't even tell. As far as I knew nothing traumatic
happened, it was just like one day I just didn't want to be
big anymore, and so I wasn't.
It was about one week until school was to start. I took my
tests and I was totally back to 100% capacity. I spent a lot
of time with my friends that last week. Laura was still a
little nervous about high school, but I wasn't for some
reason. The weekend before school mommy took me out shopping
for some new shoes. Then we ate out and came back home and I
had a nap.
That Sunday at church was really great. Mom told me that while
I was in my infant phase, she actually took me to the church
nursery for little babies and they took care of me. I had no
memory of this. It's possible I mixed all the places and times
in my mind into just one thing and that is why there was no
way to remember specific things. The doctors that did tests on
me determined that there was no physical thing that caused my
complete regression.
That night mommy tucked me in and we said prayers together.
"Mommy, what if it happens again?" I asked. She stood by my
crib and looked down at me. "Then I'll be here to take care of
you just like I always do. So don't even worry about it honey.
She reached in and tickled me and I giggled. "I love you."
Mommy said as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I love
you too." I said as I closed my eyes.